Happy Halloween, from the creepiest understated thing in Sandman.


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catvalente wrote some time ago about the dangers of being involved with a writer, that they will take bits of you, and bits of your life, maybe mix and match them just enough to obscure what parts are whose, then hang them up for the whole world to see. She wrote this, I believe, while working on Deathless, which may be my favourite novel ever simply for ( Read more... )

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I am slowly poking my way through Austin Kleon's Steal Like An Artist, the first book of creativity advice I haven't hated in many, many years. (My mother-in-law regularly gifts us, and herself, with them.) The small tome is an elaboration on a talk the 'Newspaper Blackout Poems' artist gave to some community college students about plodding success ( Read more... )

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Topping the best holiday gifts I've received from the other queer sheep in my dad's family is a pack of Edward Gorey books I got this Jewmas. One of these was a lesser-known (and until recently out of print) but canonically thin hardback illustrated Gorey work by the title of The Other Statue, exactly as nonsensically macabre as anything else Gorey ( Read more... )